Chapter 8
Knox
She whimpered my name in her sleep, and I once again felt my dick get so hard, I could carve my name in concrete with it.
For three long hours, I’d set holding her while her fever rage.
Occasionally, I'd pressed ice to her burning skin, to her that everything was going to be alright, even though I was so sure.
With every little whisper, Harper etched herself into my mind and skin.
Then she said my name. It wasn’t in some angry sounding way but a soft tone.
A needy tone.
"Harper." The way her name had slipped out of my own mouth was one of need and want.
Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with heat fever. "Knox?"
"I can't watch you suffer to much longer, Doc" I swallowed hard, my whole body shaking.
"I'm okay," she lied, even as another wave hit and she arched against me.
"You're not. You're dying by degrees and I'm just sitting here letting it fucking happen." I shifted her in my lap, and we both groaned at the contact. "Your body knows what it needs. It's screaming for it."
"My body doesn't get to make that choice."
"What about your mind?" I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. "What does Harper want? Not the doctor, not the professional, but you?"
Her breath hitched. "That's not fair."
"None of this is fair. But we're here, and you're in pain, and I…” I stopped, trying to find words that wouldn't scare her. "I need to help you. It's killing me not to help you."
"Why?" The question was barely a whisper.
"Because everything in me recognizes you as mine." The confession tore from my throat. "Since the moment you walked into that training room, my entire existence has narrowed down to you. Your scent, your voice, the way you look at me like I'm dangerous but you're not afraid."
She was trembling now, but not from the fever. "Knox..."
"Tell me you don't feel it too." I pressed my forehead to hers. "Tell me this is just biology, just pheromones, and I'll go back to my room. I'll lock the door and let you suffer through this alone."
"I can't," she breathed. "I can't lie to you."
"Then let me help. Please, Harper. Let me take care of you."
For a long moment, she was silent. Then, so quietly I almost missed it: "Okay."
The word destroyed me and rebuilt me in the same instant. "Are you sure?" I had to ask, had to be certain. "Because once we start.."
"I know." She met my eyes, and beneath the heat fever, I saw clarity. "I know what I'm asking for."
Finally, I carried her to my bedroom because hers smelled too much like pain and fear. Set her on the bed gently, like she might break, even though every instinct screamed at me to claim, take, possess.
"We go slow," I said, more to myself than her. "You're in control. If you need me to stop, I will. No matter how far gone I may be, I’ll stop.”
She pulled me down for a kiss, cutting off my words. The contact was electric, four weeks of tension and want exploding between us. She tasted like vanilla and need, and when she nipped at my bottom lip, I growled.
"I don't want slow," she gasped against my mouth. "I want you to make it stop hurting."
My control, already fragile, cracked further. I kissed down her throat, finding the spot where her scent was strongest. She keened when I sucked at the skin there, her hands fisting in my hair.
"Please," she whimpered. "Knox, please."
I pulled back to look at her. Flushed, trembling, so beautiful it hurt. "This might hurt.”
"I know," she said. "I know what could happen. The bond, the claim, all of it." Her eyes were clear despite the fever. "I want it anyway."
Those words broke the last of my restraint.
Shedding the clothes from my body, I heard them land in soft piles somewhere behind me. All I could see, in a daze, was Harper, the omega that was built for me.
Built for me fucking her.
Slowly, I dove between her legs, kissing my way down each of her thighs until I was at her molten core. The second my tongue darted out to touch her pussy, slick coated my tongue.
Eagerly, I began to lap it up like I was a dog at a water bowl. With each lick, Harper mewed, and finally wound her fingers through my dark locks pushing my face deeper into her pussy.
The taste of her was some sort of ambrosia, sweet like nectarines and vanilla. My licks to her clit became so strong that I could feel her thighs trembling.
“Fuck yes,” Harper gasped as she lifted her hips from the mattresses. “I need all of it, Knox. I fucking need all of it.”
A growl tore loose from my lips, the vibration making her whimper a little more.
Reaching down I grabbed at my dick, slowly stroking it. Pre-cum was leaking out the tip, leaving a little mess on the white sheets below me.
I wanted to make her ready for me. Ready for my knot.
“My sweet Omega doctor,”I glanced up to see Harper watching me as I slid a finger into her waiting pussy. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
She throbbed all around me digits as I inserted another finger, curling it up and hitting that spot inside of her had her squeezing her thighs together.
Soft, ragged screams tore lips from Harper’s lips as her walls clenched around my fingers, slick pooling out of her body.
“You’re so tight and ready for me, baby,” I whispered as she continued riding my hand. “Scream for me!”
Inhaling deeply, the second her scent changed becoming a spicier peppery version of her usual vanilla, it flooded my bran. Her body was starting to feel a little cooler, as if the fever she’d been in was starting to break but only slightly.
I knew only one thing would really give her the relief she sought.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers from her pussy, licking the sweet slick from them and then crawling up the length of Harper’s body.
Easing down, my lips captured hers and I kissed her deeply. Our tongues danced around each other and I knew Harper was tasting herself.
“Are you ready?” I asked her once more. “Remember, I’ll stop if you ask me too.”
Harper’s response was her wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me a little closer.
An animal like groan tore loose from me and i pushed into her slickened entrance.
"Fuck, Harper, you're so tight."
She whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders. "More. Please, Knox, I need all of you."
I couldn't deny her anything. With a final thrust, I buried myself completely inside her, both of us crying out at the sensation. Perfect. She was absolutely perfect around me, like we'd been made for this moment.
"Move," she begged, rolling her hips against mine. "Please move."
Slowly, I obeyed her command and I could feel it then.
My knot was starting to swell.
And the way that her inner walls had started to grab and clench around me, preparing for what was coming.
This was on another fucking level.
It was primal.
Instinctual.
I nipped at her neck, before firmly biting her.
Marking her.
“Fuck,” Harper whispered. “I can…Knox I can feel your knot.”
My hips snapped forward driving into her, causing the headboard to slam against the wall.
“You feel it, Doc,” I hissed.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
My knot continued to swell and soon it caught on her entrance, and with each withdrawl, Harper was crying out for more. The smell in the room had changed, and soon her body was soaked.
Her fever had started to break.
“Knox, oh my God, Knox!” Harper’s legs had pulled me in so hard there was no where to go.
It hit then.
My own release was there in reach.
Before I could blink and form another thought, I had started to pulse inside of her.
The sound of my name on her lips was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard.
My teeth found her shoulder, biting down just enough to mark her as mine, but not break the skin.
Not yet. That would come with her permission.
"Mine," I growled against her neck. "You're mine now, Harper."
"Yes," she gasped, her body clenching around me as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Yours, Knox. I'm yours."
Her admission sent me over the edge. My knot swelled to its full size, catching at her entrance, our bodies sealed together as if by ancient design.
My vision blurred at the edges, stars exploding behind my eyelids as my release pulsed through me in hot waves.
Harper's fingernails carved half-moons into my shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps against my neck.
Something fundamental shifted in my chest a lock clicking into place, a puzzle piece finding home.
For a while, we lay there, panting and still connected, waiting for the swelling of my knot to go down. It’d probably take another twenty minutes to go down.
She felt cooler beneath and I rolled us so that she was on top and laying on my chest, still connected.
“That was…intense,” Harper admitted quietly.
“That’s what happens when you find someone you’re compatible with,” I let the unsaid thing hang between us.
“True mates?” Harper asked. “You think that’s what we are?”
“You know its something to it,” I ran my fingers down her spine finding traces of sweat still remaining.
Harper nestled in closer on my chest, and yawn hit her lips. “Fevers gone…”
Before I knew it, her soft snores were filling the air. All I could do was hold her and savor what had just happened. I’d just bonded with the Omega doctor and she didn’t quite seem to believe we were truly meant to be.
For now, I would just enjoy having her this close.
I didn’t know how to explain that she was mine now. That she was my omega and my mate and that I was never letting her go.
Not after this.
Not after claiming her.